Jenny Schecter

"Tim.
For you, my heart...ripped from my chest.
Eviscerated, I am.
And if I could,
I would plunge my fingers through my chest
and rip out my heart and give it to you.
A pulpy mass of morbid diathesis.
In addition to my heart,
there are some small organs that want to give you:
glands... sweetbreads... variety meats.
I'm offering these gifts.
Rare gifts.
I know that they don't amount to much in the face of what you've given me.
I've heard these organs can't survive outside the body
for more than a few hours.
But I'll try to get there as soon as I can.
Whatever happens,
it will be on me.
On my heart."